Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

After Yang Xiaohui left, the atmosphere among the three became a little strange.

After eating, Xie Yiyi hurriedly fled the scene, thinking that there was a big problem with the couple, and they would disappear if they could see each other in the future.

"Jaan, I may have to move there two days later. There are too many things, and I work at home, so I have to find a way to arrange it in the studio." Wen Yuan gathered the collar of his windbreaker and wrapped it around his neck. It was too cold, and it made him uncomfortable.

There are a lot of vacant rooms in Zhou Jianan's house, and they are all married, so it is not a problem to use some of them as Wen Yuan's studio.

"What are you going to do?"

Wen Yuan thought about this problem, he said: "If there is a spare room at home, I don't know if you can give me one. If it is inconvenient, I will rent a small room nearby."

Zhou Jianan snorted happily, the word 'home' that Wen Yuan said pleased him.

He said, "Yes, let's go and have a look first, so I can find someone to come over and renovate."

"Renovation?" Wen Yuan asked, the small handicrafts he made didn't really require multi-professional equipment, so there was no need for special decoration.

Zhou Jianan said: "Well, maybe start a company and recruit a few employees to help you."

Wen Yuan hurriedly refused: "No need, I can handle it myself."

At this moment, Wai Wai poked his head out from the back seat: "Brother Xiao Yuan, you haven't been to Brother Canaan's house yet, you just happened to go to see the way today."

Wen Yuan thought about it and thought it made sense, so he decided to go and see if his house was still as messy as before.

I thought Zhou Jianan's identity would live in a small villa in the middle of the mountain, but the car drove to a high-end residential area, very centrally located in Shanghai.

The security of the community is very good, and you have to press the password even to take the elevator.

When Wen Yuan saw that Wawai was about to enter the password, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.

"The password is 0912, account A on the [-]th floor." Zhou Jianan said.

At this moment, Wen Yuan didn't look at Zhou Jianan, but there were only three people in the elevator, so he must have told him.

"Okay." Wen Yuan replied, looked up at Zhou Jianan, and found that he was looking at him, thinking that he should also tell him the password of his home: "My password is 0118, the back door."

Because he usually doesn't open the front door.

At 0118, Zhou Jianan suddenly turned his face away.

In high school, Wen Yuan was the honorary president of the student union. However, in the busy high school life, apart from organizing people to broadcast the school newspaper during the school sports meeting, there was nothing else at all, so the student union office became a small world for the two of them.

The password is 1108, which are the last two numbers of their birthdays.

After entering the house, Wai Wai took out brand new slippers to Wen Yuan, and said, "Everything in the house is for two people, it's ready."

"Thank you," Wen Yuan put on, and saw that Zhou Jianan's slippers were of a different color from his own.

Couple shoes.

After sending the two of them home to put down their things, Waiwai went out to the neighborhood supermarket to buy ingredients to fill the refrigerator.

Only Zhou Jianan and Wen Yuan were left at home, and Wen Yuan sat on the sofa in the living room a little cramped, waiting for Zhou Jianan to go to the bathroom to remove his make-up and come back.

This house looks very big, and it is a duplex. Wen Yuan looked around and felt that the house was a bit deserted and there was no atmosphere of life.

Thinking that Zhou Jianan likes this kind of decoration, he secretly planned not to bring too many things here, so as not to make a mess at home.

It was so neat, Wen Yuan couldn't help sighing again and again.

He likes the house to be full and seems to feel very safe.

"Like it?"

Wen Yuan turned his head and saw Zhou Jianan coming out of the bathroom with a fox ear headband on his head. He smiled, but was afraid that Zhou Jianan would misunderstand that he was laughing at him, so he immediately suppressed his smile.

Before he could speak, Zhou Jianan walked over and said, "I specially bought it from abroad."

"?" Wen Yuan didn't understand what it meant, he followed Zhou Jianan's line of sight and found a big model of Spider-Man next to the TV.

Very handsome, Wen Yuan has always liked Spider-Man, and said, "It's so cool."

Zhou Jianan proudly said: "It's hard to buy."

Wen Yuan just laughed.

If you have money, it shouldn't be difficult to buy something.

Zhou Jianan wants to take Wen Yuan to choose a room.

Zhou Jianan lives here alone. There are three empty rooms on the first floor and only one on the second floor. The room on the second floor is much larger than the first floor. It is best if it is used as a workshop.

But thinking that I would often be busy until very late with jingling bells, it might disturb Zhou Jianan's rest.

"This one." Wen Yuan finally chose the one next to the storage room. The poor lighting makes people feel very soundproof.

Zhou Jianan looked at it and murmured, "It's too dark."

After choosing the room, Wen Yuan planned where to put what in the room, but obviously there was not enough space.

Apart from making clay pottery to earn money and make a living, Wen Yuan is still insisting on making clay sculptures, which is his main focus in university. Although he failed to continue his studies, Wen Yuan still likes it very much.

While thinking about it, he was thinking about it.

"I don't need the booth for now... Bring an oven..."

Zhou Jianan was right next to him, watching Wenyuan talking while using his mobile phone to record the things to be moved.

Wai Wai came back after a while, carrying two big bags, Wen Yuan saw a girl carrying so many things in Wai Wai, hurried up to help.

Wai Wai has gotten used to it, saying no need, she can do it herself.

But Wen Yuan still took it, and went into the kitchen with Wai Wai to put everything back together.

There are two refrigerators in the kitchen, one for ingredients and one for water and drinks.

"Then I'll go back first, Brother Canaan, bring the stylist over at 7:[-] tomorrow morning." Wai Wai said, put on her bag and left.

Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan looked at each other.

Zhou Jianan froze for a moment, "Oh, I'm going to participate in an offline event of a brand tomorrow."

Wen Yuan didn't intend to ask Zhou Jianan to report on the itinerary, but he thought that the two were married, and it was normal to know what the other was going to do. Parents used to be like this too.

He thought for a while: "Okay, um... I'm at home tomorrow, and I want to pack the express and pack up my things."

After speaking, I remembered something, and added: "By the way, I will buy food and drink at home from now on."

Share the family with each other, maintain equality in the marriage relationship, and don't make yourself look like a moth.

"Okay, when are you coming?" Zhou Canaan said.

Wen Yuan planned the time, today is Wednesday.

"It's the weekend, do you rest on the weekend?"

As an actor, there is no such thing as weekends or weekends. Zhou Jianan smiled secretly, thinking about the magazine cover shoot on weekends, so he would shoot in the studio, so he agreed.

Wen Yuan left, and as usual, the driver took him back.

Zhou Jianan walked to the room that Wen Yuan had just selected as a workshop, and looked at it for a while.

What kind of partner would a person like, one of them is of course someone who supports his career, respects his hobbies, and encourages him to pursue his dreams.

In order to capture Wen Yuan's heart faster, he called Wai Wai.

"Help me find a decoration team, come tomorrow and knock on the wall."

Wai Wai is in the taxi: "Knock on the wall?"

It was quite late when Wen Yuan returned home, the road was only a hundred meters away from Wen Yuan's home, but the driver insisted on sending Wen Yuan to the door.

"Thank you," Wen Yuan was quite embarrassed, and asked him if he wanted to come in for a drink.

The driver shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, please go in, it's cold outside."

"Okay, thank you, you have to be careful when driving."

After running outside for a day today, Wen Yuan felt extremely tired when he got home. He couldn't lift his strength when he saw a pile of unpacked things. He thought about getting it done tomorrow, so he took a shower and took medicine to get ready to go to bed.

Wen Yuan doesn't have the habit of playing with his mobile phone before going to bed. Sometimes he uses his iPad to watch TV or something, but he doesn't often look at his personal mobile phone. Today, he really wants to take a look at it before going to bed.

Weibo tweeted the hot topic, and the three words Zhou Jianan were very conspicuous. It basically means that Zhou Jianan brought the rumored actor to the premiere, and it seems to be a public relationship.

Public opinion has been publicly guided towards the relationship, and all scandal entries have been suppressed.

, Wen Yuan was expressionless, he knew that Zhou Jianan took him out for this, and he accepted it frankly.

Just as I was about to turn off my phone, there was a new message on WeChat.

Zhou Canaan: "Remember to take medicine and go to bed early."

Although he didn't see it, Wen Yuan took the medicine himself and decided to rest early.

How to return?Thanks?

It seems a little indifferent.

After thinking about it, Wen Yuan typed a few words and sent it: "Mmm, eat, good night~"

Zhou Jianan put down the script and clicked in as soon as the WeChat message popped up. It was Wen Yuan's message, so he said good night to him.

He is satisfied.

It seems that it is not difficult to capture Wen Yuan's heart, all you need to do is ask about his health and care, and take care of him.

The next day, Wen Yuan slept until ten o'clock in the morning, woke up hungry, cooked some quick-frozen dumplings, and started packing for delivery.

Packing for express delivery is a laborious task. Soft pottery works have to be wrapped layer by layer with shockproof things, and newspapers have to be stuffed into the gaps in the express boxes, which often get dusty.

Wen Yuan has not recovered from his cold, and he has difficulty breathing, so he dare not wear a mask.The flying dust from packing got into the respiratory tract, making Wen Yuan sneeze all the time, and his temples throbbed a bit after sneezing too much.

Halfway through, I found that the tape was not enough, so I had to go out to a small supermarket to buy it.

Just go out to get some air.

The temperature dropped again today, Wen Yuan wore a very old thin down jacket to work, thinking that he would just walk for ten minutes to go shopping without changing his clothes, put on a woolen cap and go out.

There are not many people around here, except for the lively vegetable market, other places are quite deserted.

Wen Yuan put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the supermarket. He thought it would be more comfortable to breathe the fresh air, but who knew that the cold air got into his nose, making it even more uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because of the heat from walking or what's going on, Wen Yuan felt that his back was sweating all the time, and so was his forehead.

Walking to the entrance of the supermarket, Wen Yuan began to feel weak in his hands and feet, and just about to take off his woolen cap to wipe off his sweat, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After Zhou Jianan finished shooting the first set of looks, he took a mobile phone to scan Wenyuan's Douyin during the break, and found it in Moments after adding WeChat.

Inside is the record of Wen Yuan's soft pottery works and the display of finished products.

Only then did he know that Wen Yuan is also a small Internet celebrity with more than 30 fans.

In the early works, Wen Yuan also talked while recording, explaining the production process. His fingers are well-proportioned and slender. When he moves his thumb, he can see the depression of the muscles and bones under the tiger's mouth. Let him show his face.

Later, maybe there were more fans and more orders, so I didn't talk anymore.

Before finishing it, Zhou Jianan couldn't help switching back to WeChat to read the news.

When he left the house at [-]:[-] in the morning, he sent him a WeChat message, reminding him to take his medicine after breakfast, and asked him what he had for lunch when it was approaching noon?

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, and he still didn't reply.

I read it back and forth several times, and there are only a few lines of dialogue above, which can be finished in less than 1 minute.

—Sorry, I drank a little too much last night.

——I also drank too much, sorry [囧].

--are you home yet?Do you feel unwell?

——Exposed by the paparazzi.

--ah?So what to do?What do I need to do?

— the phone said.

"Brother Canaan," someone knocked on the door, "I want to come in and do my hair and makeup."

Wai Wai went to open the door for the stylist, Zhou Jianan closed the chat page and was about to put down his phone.

A call came, it was Wen Yuan.

"Hey?"

"Is it Mr. Zhou Jianan? Our side is Jiangqiao Hospital."

Zhou Jianan frowned slightly, focusing on listening to what the other person said.

"Your partner, Mr. Wen Yuan, fell into a coma due to acute allergies. The neighbors called 120 to send them over, but they couldn't contact their family and friends, so they had to ask the police station to check and contact you. Is it convenient to come here now?"

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